Forever His

Chapter 7: Preparations

Mahnoor's POV

I had just gotten back from my first meeting with Shahmeer. It was weirdly okay. I mean he seemed okay but the fact I had to marry him made it worse. But Lord was his face the definition of a golden ratio. But that doesn't change anything. I still hate him - he was the reason my whole life was about to be destroyed. All my hopes and dreams, crushed. If my Baba kicked me out I'd practically be homeless, so I decided to obey him. I mean how bad could it be, right? Very. I'd stay out of his way and he'd stay out of mine.

I checked my phone to see if I had gotten any messages whilst I was there. Oh crap. It was Rohail asking me where I was. We were supposed to go out today. Rohail was a really sweet guy and I loved him. I was going to tell my dad about it before all this came up. What was I going to tell Rohail? That I'm getting married to this rich, heartless man at the end of the week. Or 3 days to be exact; that just made it sound worse. I'd told Meerab about it but she obviously didn't tell him and I understand why. Rohail was sweet but he was quite short tempered if he saw me talking to another guy. But I guess it's just him looking out for me and being protective.

I just replied to him saying I was busy, which as a matter of fact, I was. Bust talking to my future husband. Disgusting. Out of all people why would my dad choose him? He's just so...you know what I don't even want to talk about him. Just as I was about to close my phone, I saw a message pop up on my screen from a random number. 

'Hello, My Star.'

It was him. But how did he get my number?! I'd only come back like what, 10 minutes ago and this man had gotten hold of my number. I mean at least he could type in correct grammar.

'how did u get my number'

He saw my message straight away.

'I have my ways, love.'

OMG. What is it with him and these nicknames? I've seriously had enough. I just left him on read because why not. Gosh, this man was a pain. But so beautiful. I need to stop obsessing over his looks, don't I? Dark curls. Dark eyes. Deadly yet divine.

I lay on my bed worried about how I was going to break this to Rohail. What makes the situation worse is that Shahmeer is a man of fame. Paparazzi wherever he goes and we're supposed to act like we're in love. Pictures of us will be on the news and on social media. There was no way Rohail wasn't going to find out. Even if he didn't see it, words spread quicker than you think. He's going to think I betrayed him when really I'm the one being betrayed. 

I decided to have a shower to wash away and drain my thoughts but it didn't work since the whole time I was in the bathroom all I could think about was how Rohail was going to react to this. Or if I wasn't thinking about that, I was thinking how my dreams of having a heavy, gorgeous red dress for my wedding, the hall decorated with red and white roses, a enchanting chandelier in the centre, the red and gold theme, the funny customs and traditions, the first look and the photoshoot were all demolished. There were only three days left till until all the events were going to start and I was most definitely not ready for this.

*knock on the door*

"Come in." I say wearily. I hadn't dried my hair but had changed and it was warm but there was still this weird sense of uncomfort about all of this. It was unusual and felt unreal like a dream. But it was the just the harsh reality, that's all. 

My dad entered the room as expected. I just looked at the ceiling. I couldn't bear to see his face. He was selling me to a cruel man.

"You'll be moving in with him tomorrow as all the wedding preparations need to be done and some functions will be held at his house. He'll be here in a few hours to move your things out." He sounded cold. Emotionless. I turned to ask him why I couldn't just stay but I saw the door closing. He left. I turned to my side and felt tears form in my eyes. I let it all out, there was no point of keeping it in. Even if anyone heard, they wouldn't care or come to comfort me. I cried for hours and lay in my bed for what felt like hours. I didn't have the energy nor courage to get up and pack my things. I had never cried this much before. I didn't even know if I was mad, upset or happy that I was leaving my dad. It was happening so fast, I didn't have time to process it. I was standing in deep water and could feel myself drowning.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Heyyyy everyone! Ignore the short chapters but don't worry they get longer later. How do you lot feel for her? I actually wanna hug her even though I'm literally writing about her.

Also, how did we like their first meeting? It was giving love at first sight for Shameer.

PLEASE VOTE FOR THIS CHAPTER IT WAS MY BDAY YESTERDAY SO I DIDN'T GET TO UPDATE BUT I'M BACKKK!